New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-01-26
THE BALANCE OF POWE

Springfield Republican.
It was New-year's eve and by the
hearth of an open fireplace sat an
old nan, musing on the past, and
watching the tongues OF flame as they
reduced the maple sticks to burning
GOALS; and as he gazed upon them he
sang, in cracked tones, a stanza of a
hymn which was one his favorites:-
Father! thank thee, may no thoughts
Fer deem thy chastisements severe
And may this heart by folly taught,
Calm each wild wish. each frantic fear.
In his youth, he had led the choir,
in the village church-and in his age,
he still liked to hear the sound of his
voice, attuned to praising the Lord.
AS he sang he thought OF those who
had gone before him to join the invisi-
BILE choir that sings the praises of the
Lamb amid the throng Of the blessed
which he hoped so soon to join, for
death had lost all it's sting for him,
and he, awaited its summons with the
peaceful happiness with only belongs
to the evening of a well-spent life.
Mr.. Harrison had lost his wife eight
years before; his only daughter was
comfortably settled in home of her
own, but his only son had brought
his family to the old homestead and
had arranged with his father to carry
on the farm "to halves" the old man
retaining the management, ostensi bly,,
and doing what work he pleased. He
had kept the old nursery for his bed
rooms and shared the sitting-room
and dining-room with his sons family.
But as age crept over him he had
found the quiet of his own room more
agreeable to him, and he was accus-
toned to sit there during the long win
ter evenings and read the daily news
paper, while his son would often join
him to discuss the business of the farm
and to talk upon the politics of the
day, for Mr.. Harrison's mind still re-
tanned it's vigor. And as he sat and
unused and hummed the tunes he used
to delight in singing, Thomas, his son,
opened the door and the old man said:
"Come in, Tom! Come right in! I'm
thinking OF the old times when you
were a baby, and mother sat here
and she and sang together the old
tunes we learned at singing-school,
where we fell in love with each other.
Oh, how happy we were! OF course,
we had our crosses to bear-shouldn' t
been human if we hadn't. 'Taint the
lot OF mortals to enjoy all sunshine,
or bear all storms. And was set in
my way. l know that I wouldn't
give in easy. suthin' OF the bulldog
about me, and you, too, for that
matter. We've both OF us got the
square jaw that tells of the have
your own-way folks haven't we,
Tom?
"But she was as likely a woman as
ever got my eyes on,-pretty as a
picter and smart as chain light
ming! Yet when she began to dispute
she wouldn't hold out long and al
lers let me have the last word, so
there were not long quarrellings
'twixt us. Then I alters felt shamed
when thought about it, as I plow-
ed or moved or reaped or drove
the oxen, and when I went to
the village I'd bring her suthin' =
; praps g. new dress or a ribbin, if moth
Ing else a quarter pound of candy.
Wimmem folks like sweet things, you
know, Tom, and they would alters do
. the business for me and she'd give me
a kiss in return, and so it was all
honey pie with us again. And I've
| been thinking and thinking about her
this New years eve. Sixty-two years
ago married her-and yet she comes
to me tonight as young and fresh
and blooming as on that happy day.
And forget theyears that have past,
my heart forgets all it's aches and ails,
and I dream thatWe are young togeth.
er, and when you opened the aaGr
was a talking with her. didn'b YOU
hear me? Doyou think Pm losing nv
senses that I say these th'.1os. Tom?
Not a bit! Mo- a bit! | tell you il you
llivero be So years old you will live
in the past more than in the present.
l am old,-dropping down like a sere
I and yellow leaf-soon to be trodden
/ under foot.'
! And the old man sighed heavily, as
at the awakening from a pleasant
dream to sad reality.
eyes, father, yes!' said Tom; ''yor
are growing old and feeble, and Mary
and l have been thinking that yor
ought not to do any more work, but
just sit beside the Fireplace, and let
us take care OF you"
"Well, WE'LL" said the old man tes
tily Il don't know about that. I've
got some muscle left-ain't quite anti
quated yet, like old Scott, who is 90
( I guess there's some work left in my
old bones still. What are you aiming
fat, Tom? Out with it! Pm aller
downright and to the point. 70,
know | don't beat round the BUSH"
"Well, father, we thought" sail
Tom, "Mary and that perhap
I! you'd deed US the farm and its ap
purtenances, and let us promise t,
take care Of you while you live
II don't know about that" sait
Mr.. Harrison. GIVE hearn tell ofsuc!
, bargains where they fairly druve th
q old man to the grave, or wus tina;
81 that, tho poor.hOuse d0n7t 9l-nn,